I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, or Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid, and Cinderella.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A DREAM SEQUENCE OF A RAPE AND A TRISTAN/ JOEY LEMON**

“Indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
~Dream sequences~
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*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 21


All eyes were on Amara as the letter fell from her shaking hands. “Can they do this?” she repeated.

Seto sat, glaring at the remains of his dinner. “Yes,” he shifted his eyes to Amara. “They can.”

“What the hell is going on?” Bakura demanded, snatching the letter from the table. “What the fuck is this writing?”

“It’s English,” Ryou explained, looking over his yami’s shoulder.

Seto exhaled slowly, a calming gesture he often used during difficult negotiations. “Whoever set this up knows Amara is from an English speaking country, and wanted her to fully understand what could come of this.”

“What does it say?” Joey asked.

“The Children’s Welfare Service has been notified there is a school aged minor in this house not in attendance. If said person is not enrolled in the correct grade by the end of next week, all minors will be removed and placed under proper supervision until the Welfare Service can officially investigate me and determine my fitness to be the guardian of all minors living here,” Seto’s voice was completely devoid of any emotion as he spoke.

“Seto, does that mean they could take me away from you?” Mokuba asked in a quiet voice.

Azure locked with frightened grey. “Yes, it does, Mokuba.”

“So, what do we do?” All eyes turned to Tristan. “Look we got the former ruler of a powerful nation, two business men, and the greatest thief of all times right here.

You guys have to be able to figure a way around this. You have yet to fail at anything you all work together on.”

Amara smiled at the hazel eyed brunet; his unwavering confidence giving her a small ray of hope.

“Tris is right,” Joey said. “You guys can figure this out and keep us together. I for one do not want to move to Tokyo and live with my mom, no more than Amara wants to leave Seto.”

“There is nothing we can do until Amara and I meet with the school principal and the Children’s Welfare Service representative in the morning,” Seto laid his hand on top of Amara’s. “Then we go from there.”

“They can’t do anything tonight though, right?” Mokuba asked, seeking reassurance from the one constant he had always had in his life.

Seto held his arms open to his little brother. “No, Mokuba,” he hugged the raven haired boy tight. “They can’t do anything tonight.”

“Isn’t that really short notice?” Yugi asked, looking over the letter.

“Yes. Whoever orchestrated this was probably hoping for us to panic because of the short time frame. Panicky people do not think clearly, and are therefore easier to manipulate.”

“Seto, we need to find out if it is Pegasus behind this,” Yami flicked a corner of the letter.

“I’ll start on that tonight. You want to stay here or go home, love?” Bakura kissed Ryou’s cheek as he rose from the table. “I’ll most likely be out all night and sleep in the ring while you’re at school, just in case someone decides they need to die by messing with you tomorrow.”

Ryou leaned foreword to glance at Seto. The CEO nodded his consent. “I’ll stay here, yami. You don’t need to worry about me while you’re out.”

“The only way to stop me worrying about you hikari, would be to end my existence.” With a parting kiss to Ryou, and a reassuring hug to Amara, Bakura left the mansion.

“Are you going to go with him Yami?”

“No aibou. I will search the Shadow Realm tonight instead. There should be some signs of recently used magics that are not Bakura or my doing,” he rose from the table as well. “But first I will see you safely home to the game shop.”

Tristan and Otogi opted to leave with the two duelists. Joey and Ryou took Mokuba upstairs to get the boy settled into bed, giving Seto and Amara a few moments alone.

Seto gave Amara’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Go on up; I’ll be there as soon as I take care of a few things.”

She watched Seto leave the room then cradled her head in her hands. “I struggled so hard to keep Kira with me, now that threat has come back to haunt me.”

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Seto didn’t even go to their bedroom when he came upstairs. He knew Amara would be in the nursery, watching Kira as she slept. It had become a habit of hers whenever she was worried or frightened.

“That was quick,” she whispered when he came up behind her.

Seto raised an eyebrow. “I was downstairs for three hours. Have you been here the entire time?”

Amara nodded. “What were you doing for so long?”

“I wanted to give my lawyers a head’s up on this before morning so they could begin to prepare a case if need be.” He reached out, brushing the curls out of Kira’s face and smiled when the baby nuzzled against his fingers. “I also made a few necessary documents for tomorrow. I be damned if I’m going to let anyone take my friend, my brother, my baby girl, or my wife from me.”

“We aren’t married yet,” she said softly.

“We are as far as anyone who counts is concerned,” Seto gently pulled her away from the crib. “Let’s let her sleep; you could do with some yourself.”

Amara let the brunet lead her from the nursery, closing the door softly behind them. They checked on Mokuba, who was sleeping soundly and smiled at the quiet snores coming from Joey’s room across the hall. After a quick good night to Ryou, and another check on Kira, they finally went into their room.

Seto handed Amara the papers he brought up from the control room. “What’s this?” she asked, looking through them.

“I made you a birth certificate, a passport, a Social Security card, and a reason for the absence of medical records. One set is yours and the other is Kira’s.”

Amara let out a low whistle. “These look really authentic.”

Seto sat beside her. “I have the most advanced reproduction capabilities on the planet.”

“From anyone else I would take that as bragging,” she set Kira’s papers aside and glanced through hers again. “No driver’s license?”

“Can you drive?” Amara narrowed her eyes at him and snorted. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled. “I’ll fix up one for you in the morning before we leave.”

They began to move about the room, getting ready for bed. Amara laid the documents on the dresser, staring at them worriedly. “Seto, if you get found out about fabricating these, you will be in some serious trouble. Just how far would you go to keep us together?”

He came up behind her. “As far as I need to,” he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. “I endured Gozaburo’s hell for years to keep Mokuba safe, this is nothing compared to that.”

Amara turned to look at him. Everything she was feeling was mirrored in her eyes, and he refused to lie to her. He had done enough damage for one day. “I will try to reason with these people, it’s nothing more than another negotiation. If that fails to get what we want, I can easily bribe them.”

“If that fails or backfires?”

“I have connections to help ‘persuade’ them to rethink their decision.”

“You mean hit men.” Seto nodded. “Would you do that? Have you done that?”

“I would, but only as a last resort. I’ve never had anyone killed, but I have had a few people persuaded to change their mind,” he looked at her thoughtfully. “Does that bother you?”

Amara regarded him silently a few seconds. “No, not really. I know you’ll go to any lengths to protect those you love, but you’re not a cruel or evil man.”

Seto gave a sigh of relief. “I’ll keep us together dove. I promise.”

“I know you will but some things are beyond even your ability to prevent.”

“I don’t expect things to stay entirely the same; I hope you’re willing to attend school.”

Amara smiled. “I think I can concede that point, if it keeps you from killing half the government’s employees, and it keeps us together.”

“Good,” Seto lightly tapped the end of her nose. “Because you’ll have to be up early tomorrow and every other day if you do. No more high society, lady of leisure for you.”

“Yeah right,” Amara cast a final glance at the papers on the dresser. “Will those be convincing enough?”

He nodded. “They should be. I randomly picked a remote, small city in Tennessee where the poverty level is higher than the national average and the government agencies are clearly corrupt, inefficient, and ineffective.”

“Sounds like my hometown already,” she sat on the bed, laughing.

Seto leaned up against the headboard and pulled her down to lie on his chest. “We will have a busy week ahead of us either way, and this will not by any means stop Pegasus.”

Amara pulled his arms tighter around her. “You really think it’s him?”

“We will have to wait for Yami and Bakura to know for certain, but yes I do. He’s hated me since before Duelist’s Kingdom.”

She sighed heavily. “Do you want to talk now, or wait?”

Seto glanced at the clock; it was still early, by his standards at least. “Now, if you’re not too tired.”

“Okay, you first. Why did you get mad at my question?”

Talking at night, when the house was quiet and the children asleep had become a habit for them. They felt at ease in the confines of their room in each other’s arms, where the demons of their individual pasts held less sway over their lives. Sometimes it took several minutes for them to begin, but eventually the question was answered. With neither sleeping until certain the other was satisfied with the answers given.

“I wasn’t mad at you, or your question. I was mad at myself,” his arms tightened reflexively. “I wanted you to despise me as much as I despised myself.”

She turned to press a kiss to his bicep, snuggling closer to him. “Never happen. Why were you mad to begin with?”

“I felt I had betrayed you, broken your trust.”

Amara shifted so her head was in his lap and she could look up at him. “For a genius, you sure can be dense at times.”

“So you’ve informed me on more than one occasion,” he said dry
“
“I told you I was okay with you being with Joey, Tristan, Yami, and Yugi, and even Otogi. I know you’re bi. I don’t expect you to just drop them, because I also know I can’t give you what they do,” she thumped him on the forehead. “When is that going to sink into that coconut up there?”

He watched her face for several moments. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You’ve said that before. Why not? Why do you think you’re beneath having me love you so unconditionally?”

Seto leaned over onto the huge pile of pillows. “I’ve done some things that I’m not exactly proud of. I’ve treated people who were my friends worse than my enemies. I’ve been used and abused, and made to feel my best efforts were worthless,” his voice dropped to a bare whisper. “Just like I am.”

Amara sat straight up, taking his face in her hands, turning him to look at her. He refused, keeping his eyes lowered. “Look at me Seto,” she gently demanded. “Please.”

He glanced up through his bangs, which she brushed aside, leaving him nothing to hide behind. “Everyone has done things they would like to be able to go back and do differently, or not at all. I’ve lied to people who only wanted to help me, and I’ve stolen from people who couldn’t afford it, without a second thought. And we’ve all done things we aren’t proud of, regardless of our reasons. I stole to feed my baby and myself. I’d do it again in a second if I had to, but I’m not proud of it.”

Seto closed his eyes in an attempt to reign in the torrent of emotions racing inside him. He opened them when he felt gentle lips caress his.

“And that stuff about you being worthless,” Amara continued. “Is you adoptive father speaking, not you. You are far from worthless. Your half ass efforts far outshine anyone else’s best. The abuse you suffered was not your fault. You deserve to be loved and cared for,” Amara snuggled as close to Seto as she could get.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know because I can’t find the words to express it. You are my hero as well as my lover and my love. We are equals, neither better nor worse than the other. As it should be.”

Seto held her like he had so many nights before, while he struggled to come to grips with feelings he had denied himself for years. “This is so new to me,” he murmured.

“It’s new to me too; we can only try.”

He kissed her softly. “I’ll try to be more open.”

“Fair enough. I’m patient,” Amara’s smile let him know everything was forgiven, now if only he could forgive himself.

They maneuvered around until they were facing each other, with Amara’s head in Seto’s lap again, and he reclining back on the pillows. Their clasped hands rest on top of her stomach.

“Your turn.”

“Would you have left?” The tightening of his grip on her hand was the only indication of how nervous Seto was about the answer to his question.

“No, it’ll take more than a misunderstanding between us to make me leave. I just wanted to give us both a chance to calm down.”

Seto ran his thumb over her fingers. “What would it take?”

“Hitting me or Kira. Mokuba too for that matter. Being generally abusive to the people who care for you. Sleeping with another woman and lying about it.”

“Basically, my turning into Gozaburo.”

“Then you are stuck with me, because that will never happen.”

“You sound so certain.”

“I am. You could never become like him; you wouldn’t let yourself.”

“I nearly did, during Battle City. All I cared about was winning, at any cost.”

“But you didn’t. You stopped yourself. You even started on the road back. That says a lot about your determination and strength.”

“Thank you,” he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. “For everything.”

Amara glanced over at the clock, surprised to see how long they had been up talking. “It’s late and we have to be up early. We can talk more tomorrow night, if you want.”

Seto nodded and leaned in to kiss her. He stopped and laughed when Amara yawned.

“Well that was embarrassing,” she muttered.

“I guess they leave stuff like that out of fairy tales for a reason,” Seto chuckled, pulling the blankets up as Amara nestled against him. “Not very romantic.”

“Fucking Cinderella should be shot, right after Sleeping Beauty,” Amara snorted.

“Why is that?”

“They sat on their asses waiting for life to give them what they wanted. As if life is like that, I mean Fate has her plate full; she needs a helping hand more often than not,” Amara yawned again. “But the mermaid, she went after what she wanted. I like that one.”

“Don’t you believe in ‘they lived happily ever after’?”

“I don’t want, ‘and they lived happily ever after’. It’s boring. I want ‘they lived’.”

“I think we got that covered,” Seto laid back into his pillow, letting his body relax.

“But I still got my prince,” Amara murmured sleepily.

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~Seto looked around. The room was vaguely familiar, but it looked smaller than it should be.
“There you are, boy!”
Seto began to quake in fear. He knew that voice.
“You useless, worthless, piece of shit! How the hell do you expect to run MY company if you can’t handle your own piss ass life?”
Seto turned around and faced his greatest enemy, Gozaburo. He never saw the hand that whipped out and slapped him, sending him to the floor.
“You had it all in Amara!” Gozaburo screamed, kicking him in the stomach. “You are too damn stupid to know that and YOU FUCKED IT UP! You worthless
piece of shit! SHE”LL NEVER LOVE YOU!!”
“No,” Seto groaned. “Amara loves me. She always will,” he stood up on shaky legs to face his adoptive father. “She said she will always love me.”
Gozaburo threw his head back and laughed. “That was before she knew the true you! The useless, worthless, slut fuck you hide from her!” He slammed his fist
into Seto’s jaw, sending the boy to the floor again. “You don’t trust her! And you expect her to wait until you do? And love you for it?”
“I trust her,” Seto whispered.
“Really Seto?”
This voice was different. Seto looked up, forcing his eyes to focus through the physical and emotional pain wracking his body. He saw himself, kneeling in front of
his face.
“Do you really trust her?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Then why do you hide from her?”
A sword suddenly sliced through the dream Seto, vanishing him in a swirl of vapor.
“You are so ease to get rid of. I will do the world a favor and rid it of you. Then that bastard brother of yours will be next. Then Amara will be mine,” Gozaburo’s
voice dropped to a low whisper. “When she is used up and broken, I will still have the child. Her sweet body calling for me to bury myself in her tightness.
Think she’ll scream for me the way you did the first time I drove my rock hard cock into you?”
Gozaburo leaned close. “How’s about one for old time’s sake for your father, my little slut?”
Seto tried to scramble away, but wasn’t fast enough. Gozaburo tore his shirt away then grabbed him by the ankle, hauling him back to tear his boxers off. He felt
the weight of his adoptive father pressing him into the floor.
Seto knew it was useless to struggle. The man outweighed him by a good hundred pounds and there was Mokuba to protect. He felt something hard push against
his entrance briefly before excruciating pain tore through his body. He screamed in agony.~

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A wordless scream of unimaginable terror ripped through the silence of the mansion.

Amara bolted up in bed. It took a few seconds for her to realize the scream was coming from Seto. He clutched the blankets to his chest, trying to cover himself as he pushed his back up against the headboard. His eyes were wide and frightened. His entire body shook. He was breathing in rushed pants.

She had never seen anyone act like this. He was terrified of whatever caused his nightmare.

“Seto! Seto! Wake up!” She reached out and gently touched his arm.

He screamed again, shoving her away. Joey burst into the room, Mokuba right behind him and saw Amara hit the floor. The blond rushed the bed, pinning Seto down, trying to stop him from hurting himself or anyone else.

Amara scrambled back onto the bed. “Joey! Be easy, he’s not awake yet!”

“Big brother?” Mokuba whimpered from the door.

Seto struggled frantically, trying to free himself from Joey’s grip. “GET OFF ME! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!” Seto’s struggles slowed. “Please father, get out of me! It hurts!” he cried.

Joey loosened his grip, shocked by the outburst. Seto pushed him off, and ran to the farthest corner of the room.

Everyone was stunned. Mokuba stood by the door, slowly shaking his head with tears running down his face. Ryou was in the hall with Kira, comforting the child and looking as he were about to cry as well.

“Joey, get the lights. Ryou take Mokuba back to bed and watch Kira,” Amara knelt in front of the boy. “Go with Ryou, please. Joey or I will be there as soon as we can to let you know Seto is okay.”

Frightened grey eyes stared at her. “What happened?”

“Seto had a really bad nightmare.”

“He said Gozaburo was...”

Amara took a deep breath. “I know, sweetie. It may be a few days, but we’ll answer all your questions as soon as we can. Right now your brother needs me.”

Mokuba nodded and taking Ryou’s hand left the room.

When three had left, Amara turned back into the room. What she saw made her heart shatter. Seto was curled into a tight ball, shielding his head with his arms, whimpering.

She approached him slowly, “Seto, baby wake up. It’s me, Amara,” she knelt beside him. “Baby, it’s Amara. Look at me.”

Seto flinched when Amara touched his wrist. “No, Gozaburo will find me. He’ll hurt me. I don’t want him to hurt me again. Mokuba, I have to protect Mokuba,” he mumbled.

“Gozaburo is dead, Seto. Remember?” Amara said softly, touching his arm again.

He flinched again. “No he’s there,” Seto pointed towards the bed. “He had me on the bed. He’ll find me.”

Amara looked at Joey. The blond was white. They both realized Seto thought Joey had been Gozaburo pinning him to the bed. She motioned him closer.

“Seto, that’s Joey. See?” she gently eased his hands away from his face, mouthing for the blond to speak to him.

“Seto, it’s just me, Joey. You know, puppy?” He looked up, focusing on Joey. The blond grinned. “Hey, baby. You gave us a bit of a scare there.”

“Joey?” Seto whispered, confused. “Amara?”

She smiled at him, taking his hand. “I’m right here, dragon.”

Seto looked around frantically. “Where is he? He’s here! He’s going after Kira and Mokuba,” Seto grabbed her arms. “Gozaburo’s after you too! I have to find him. Protect you from him.”

“Calm down, baby. Take slow, deep breaths, you’re going to hyperventilate,” shitedited a few moments for him to get his bearings. “It’s okay; no one is here but you and me and Joey. Gozaburo is dead, remember?”

“What happened?”

“You had a nightmare, and freaked out,” Joey explained, helping the shaken man to his feet.

Seto sat on the bed, staring blankly at the open door. “Who else heard?” he asked quietly.

“Everyone.”

“Mokuba?”

“He heard you telling him to get out of you,” Amara answered.

Seto fell back against the pillows, looking utterly defeated. Amara motioned for Joey to leave, mouthing for him to go tell Mokuba everything was going to be fine.

“Amara,” Seto whispered. “Hold me, please.”

She held him close, stroking his back in a comforting manner, whispering softly to him as she would Kira or Mokuba. Slowly his shaking began to subside. “You want to talk about it?”

He drew a deep shuddering breath. “It was Gozaburo. He was beating me in his room again, telling me I was wlessless.”

“Good thing that bastard is dead. I’d rip his skin off in tiny pieces and feed it to rats right in front of his eyes,” Amara felt a shudder run through Seto’s frame. “I’m sorry. Go on.”

“I was talking to myself. I told myself I didn’t trust you then Gozaburo killed the second me. He threatened to kill Mokuba, and rape you. Then when you were dead, he threatened to rape Kira. Then he raped me. Called me his slut.”

“He’s dead Seto. You killed him. He can’t hurt you or anyone you love anymore,” she soothed. “The most he can do is torment you in your dreams. You’re just upset from our argument earlier. I’m here to stay. You’re stuck with me no matter what.”

Amara held Seto close when he tried to move away. “I may as well get to work; I doubt I’ll get back to sleep,” his voice sounded distant.

“No way. You lay down right here beside me, and we’ll wait, together, for the clock to sound,” Amara didn’t give him much choice as she pushed the blankets aside and tugged him down.

Seto settled beside her. “A little pushy.”

“Sometimes, Seto Kaiba, you need to be pushed to do what is best for Seto Kaiba.”

Amara smoothed his sweat damp hair, humming softly. Seto was soon asleep, but Amara stayed awake the rest of the night, ready to chase away the demon who haunted Seto’s dreams, as he once had hers.

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Amara sat in the waiting area of the principal’s office, praying she wouldn’t throw up from nerves. Her foot tapped the floor, her hands twisted in her lap, and she hadn’t stopped chewing her bottom lip since they had arrived. She could hear quiet murmurs from inside the principal’s closed office, but nothing distinct.

She glanced over to Seto. He had the most to lose if this went wrong, yet he was calm and collected as if the entire situation wasn’t the least bit serious.

“Everything will be fine,” he said, startling Amara.

“Gods, I hope you’re right.” Amara was surprised to hear how steady her voice was.

Both teens looked up as the door to the principal’s office opened.

“Mr. Kaiba, Miss Kaiba, would you come in please?”

Amara followed Seto into the room and took the chair he offered her, trying to will her heart back to beating normally. She noticed the woman sitting in a chair slightly to the side of the principal’s desk, and nodded slightly to her.

The woman smiled in what she thought was a kindly manner, but it only made Amara’s stomach churn.

“I am sure you both are aware of the reasons behind this meeting,” the principal began.

“We are,” Seto stated. “The Children’s Welfare Services has nothing better to do than threaten people who have done nothing wrong.”

“Now, Mr. Kaiba. That is simply not true. Our office was notified that there was a person in your home not attending school who should be. We would be derelict in our duty not to investigate. Surely you of all people can understand this,” the woman turned her smile to the young CEO.

Amara had an instant dislike for this woman. She also noted the slight narrowing of Seto’s eyes. This woman had just topped his shit list.

“Madam, everyone is entitled to their opinions, no matter how erroneous they may be.”

It was all Amara could do not to laugh at the look on that woman’s face. Priceless. She had just been taken down several notches by, in her opinion, an eighteen year old untried boy. How little she knew, but wboutbout to learn.

“Please, let’s keep the objective in mind,” the principal knew Seto and hoped to derail the confrontation he saw coming. “Miss Kaiba, are you aware of the reason for this meeting?”

Amara swallowed. “Yes, I am. However I do not feel it is necessary. I have completed my education requirements in America. I graduated with high honors. I was unaware I needed that particular document for my visit.”

“I have been unable to contact your former school so far to obtain copies of your records.”

Amara smiled. “That doesn’t surprise me. The administration can be...lax.”

Seto quirked an eyebrow. So far Amara hadn’t lied to these people, and she hadn’t given them any reason not to believe her either. He could do worse than hiring her to work for him.

“I see,” the principal was quickly falling victim to her charms. “Can you have the documents sent to you?”

“Yes, but it may take considerable time,” Amara smiled, turning up the charm a notch.

“Would you be agreeable to attend school here until they can be obtained?”

“Yes, but I need time to make proper care arrangements for my daughter.”

“Daughter?” the woman seemed surprised. “You are somewhat... young to be a mother.”

Amara glared at her. “It was not by choice.”

“I believe we can make concessions considering the circumstances,” the principal began to type on his computer. “We shall begin enrollment procedures now.”

Seto pinned the woman with an icy stare. “I believe this satisfies your office’s requirements, and you will leave my household in peace.”

“I-I well...”

“Mr. Kaiba is correct. This entire situation has in my opinion been mishandled. I will include that in my final report,” the principal turned back to his computer dismissing her.

When the woman left, Amara let out an audible sigh of relief. Seto gavr a r a small smile before replacing his business mask and returning his attention to the principal.

“We can get you set up with a schedule and you can begin classes next Monday, one week from today,” he pushed his glasses back up on his nose. “Will that be acceptable?”

“Yes.”

“I believe there are openings in all of my classes. Amara can easily be scheduled into those. She can speak Japanese fluently but does have difficulty reading the language. I will be able to offer my assistance, if it is needed.”

The principal grunted and brought up a screen. “Your classes will satisfy all requirements for her. I believe we can do that,” he typed rapidly a few moments. “I will inform the teachers of Miss Kaiba’s limitations in reading and instruct them to make proper arrangements, however it will be necessary for her to continue with outside studies to remedy that.”

“Understood,” Seto stood and bowed to the man before escorting Amara out. “Are you okay?” he asked after they were some ways down the hall.

“Yeah, just really relieved that’s over with,” she gave him a sideways glance. “You really like to terrify people with that glare of yours.”

“People who are essentially bullies are easily intimidated.”

They reached the limo, and Seto held the door for Amara to get in. “I’ll talk to Tessa; she may know someone who will be good as a nanny.”

“I’ll have my secretary contact the agencies for referrals as well,” he leaned in to lightly kiss her cheek. “Everything is fine, just as I promised.”

Amara smiled. “I know, thank you dragon.”

Seto watched the limo pull away then sighed deeply, and walked to his first class.

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That afternoon, Amara lay on the bed, hands behind her head, thinking about her ‘educational demonstration’ at the game shop. One thing kept going over in her mind, how Yam Yami do that without choking?

Only one way to find out.

“Computer. Is Joey in the mansion?”

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“Thank you,” she hopped off the bed, heading for the blond’s room.

Joey’s door was open and Amara could hear the blond’s laughter down the hall. She soon heard Tristan’s deep laugh join in. “Gods, both of them. Just what I don’t need,” she plastered on a grin and stood in the open doorway. “Hey guys, got a sec?”

“Sure ‘Mara come on in,” Joey patted the edge of the bed where he and Tristan sat. “Whatcha need?”

She sat down, tucking her feet under her. “I...um, I have a question about yesterday... a-at the game shop.”

Tristan leaned foreword. “Shoot, little lady.”

“Ummm... when Yami did....THAT... How did he....keep from....you know, choking?” Amara could feel her face burning.

Joey and Tristan blinked at each other. “You are a babe in the woods, aren’t you?”

Amara blinked at the hazel eyed brunet. “Well....yeah.”

“He relaxed his gag reflex,” Joey answered straight faced. “Once you can do that, you can take a guy into your mouth completely.”

She mouthed an ‘Oh’. “Thanks.”

“Anything else?”

She shook her head.

“Want a demonstration?” Joey smirked.

“N-no.”

“Want to practice?” Tristan grinned. “We’re already on the bed.”

“I’m so out of here,” Amara got up off the bed not even trying to hide her blush.

“I’m only teasing, babe.”

“Riiiight. Wasn’t born yesterday handsome. Later,” she pulled the door closed behind her.

Amara barely made it out the door before Andrew met her holding a phone. “Miss, Master Kaiba wishes to speak with you.”

She took the phone. “Hello Seto.”

*Amara, I need for you to bring me a document folder from my office, please.*

“Sure, can you give me a hint where it is?”

*It should be setting on top of my desk, in a green folder.*

“Got it. I’ll be there in a few, okay?”

*Amara, bring Kira too. The two of you can spend the afternoon with Mokuba and I.*

“Sure thing. Love you, dragon.”

*Love you.*

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Tristan couldn’t help grinning at Joey after Amara had left. “She is cute when flustered.”

“Yeah, kinda makes me want to protect her like Serenity,” the blond flopped back on the bed, rolling on his side to face Tristan. “But you know, just because Amara didn’t want to practice, doesn’t mwe cwe can’t.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Really? You think I need practice.”

“I’m always up for a refresher course,” Joey grinned.

“Now how can I turn down an offer like that?”

“You can’t if you’re smart,” Joey smirked.

“For your information, I have an IQ damn near as high as Seto’s.”

“That’ll do,” Joey’s grin grew.

“Then why are you still wearing that?” Tristan motioned to the blond’s school uniform.

“Same reason you are.”

Tristan lay back on hisows.ows. “I’m waiting for you to come do something about it. You’re the one needing the refresher course, not me, babe.”

Joey moved over and straddled Tristan’s legs. “So you expect me to do all the work?”

“You’re the one with all the energy.”

Joey grinned as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. “I guess I do me first then you, sound good?” Tristan nodded as Joey reached for his shirt. “Why the hell do you wear these damn shirts with so many buttons?”

“Just to frustrate you.”

“Doing a fucking good job,” the blond griped.

Tristan laughed as he leaned up to pull his shirt off. He lay back, and Joey lay fully atop him, pressing small kisses to Tristan’s chest.

“Mmmmm, still pretty good at that, babe.”

Joey never paused; he moved down to swirl his tongue in Tristan’s navel while he made short work of the brunet’s fastenings on his pants. He slipped a hand inside to lightly massage Tristan’s growing erection.

“Damn, babe. If you think you need practice now, I can’t wait for you to hit expert level.”

Joey snickered, as he slid off the bed. He made a show of removing his pants, making certain Tristan’s attention never wavered.

“Gods, babe. You are perfect,” the brunet murmured.

“No more so than you,” he slid Tristan’s pants off, revealing the rest of the athlete’s toned body. “You just keep getting better and better.”

He slid his hands up Tristan’s legs to grasp his hips. With a slow warm exhale, which brought a loud moan of pleasure from his lover, Joey took Tristan into his mouth.

With a quiet hiss, Tristan tensed up to keep from thrusting up into the heat of Joey’s mouth. He fisted his hands tightly in the sheets, groaning when Joey began to hum around him.

Tristan desperately wanted toch hch his blond lover, to run his hands through the long silky hair, but he fought that desire down. He wanted Joey too much. He was afraid he would overpower the blond and hurt him in his fervor to claim him.

He felt strong fingers pry his from the sheet and entwine themselves with his. “Tris...stop holding back,” Joey murmured before taking his length once again into his mouth.

“Damn, babe,” Tristan groaned, tightening his grip on Joey’s hands and arching up. “Don’t ever stop.”

Joey hummed a response as he deep throated the brunet. He relaxed his gag reflex and began to move rapidly on Tristan’s length, alternating between humming, swallowing, and lightly grazing his teeth over the rigid flesh.

“Joey.....FUCK!!” Tristan came hard into the other’s mouth.

After a small kiss to the tip of Tristan’s member, Joey slid up his chest to claim his parted lips. The brunet groaned, tasting himself on the blond’s tongue.

“There’s no way in hell to improve on that babe.”

“I can think of one,” Joey licked at Tristan earlobe. “Take me.”

Hazel eyes locked with amber as Tristan carefully rolled over. “Where’s some lube?” he asked, nipping at the blond’s throat.

Joey pointed to the bedside table and groaned something unintelligible. Tristan looked up and grinned; Joey’s eyes were half lidded and he was panting lightly with a sheen of sweat covering his face.

He found the oil and squeezed a large amount into his hand. Kissing his blond lover gently, Tristan pressed a slick finger inside him. Joey moaned into the kiss and Tristan quickly added a second.

Joey arched his back and whimpered. Tristan hesitated. “Am I hurting you babe?”

“No...more...I need you, Tristan.”

Tristan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Those words from the blond had always affected him. He wanted it to be true in more ways than this. He slid the last finger inside, and stretched his lover. Joey pushed down against his hand groaning and he could wait no longer; he had to be inside his heart’s desire.

Joey’s whine of protest at Tristan removing his fingers became a moan of pleasure as the brunet pushed inside him. The moan became a cry when the brunet hit his prostate head on with his first thrust.

That cry was too much for Tristan; he began to thrust fast and deep. Joey met his every thrust, moaning and begging for more. “Please, Tris. I need you!”

Tristan had to bite his lip to keep from saying what he wanted; he contented himself with giving Joey what the blond needed. “I’m right here, angel. Let it go and take me with you,” he wrapped his hand around Joey’s throbbing arousal, pumping him in time with his thrusts.

Screaming his lover’s name Joey spilled his release, splattering their stomachs. Tristan groaned, and with a final hard thrust, followed the blond into bliss.

Tristan carefully pulled from his lover and lay down beside him. He cradled Joey to his chest, noticing the blond had fallen asleep. He closed his eyes and finally gave in to his desire. “Joey, I love you, my golden angel.”

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“Sir, the meeting did not go as well as expected.”

“Explain.”

“The school principal stepped in and prevented our operative fro achieving our directive, sir.”

“Have that operative terminated.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Anything else?”

“The mother will be attending classes beginning next Monday, sir. It is believed she and Kaiba will be hiring a nanny to care for the vassal.”

“Excellent! Are the operatives in place?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Begin part two. The letters are on the table by the door. I do not want Kaiba-boy to feel too comfortable just yet. Make certain they have no more than twelve hours notice beforehand.”

“Understood, sir,” he picked up the letters and slipped them inside his jacket pocket. “Anything more, sir?”

“Yes, bring another six toys to my room tonight. We need to celebrate.”


TBC

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To Lady Elfskye: I would have peeked too but that is just little ole me.

Dragondreamer Yami Dragon: Here’s your lemon, babe.